A distinguished looking gentleman sat at a desk at the back of the room, he was about fifty, and his hair was grey on the sides, and it was combed perfectly, as a matter of fact he looked like a statesman, like he belonged in the oval office. The burly man walked in and the distinguished man looked up, his feet on a chair behind the desk, his Italian made shoes shined in the dark, his blue eyes were cold and lifeless, just like a politician.
“What is it Ramon?” he asked, his voice a husky growl, Ramon started talking, but a girl no more than eight years old ran by outside the door chasing a cream coloured poodle, Ramon shook his head, this house had more animals than the African Jungle. Ramon reached over and closed the door; his big meaty hands looked like it could crush a man’s skull.
“Well?” The man in the suit asked, his dead eyes shifted a little,
“Have you heard from The Exterminator?” he asked. Ramon shifted from one leg to the next as if afraid to answer, but before he did the phone rang, the man in the suit answered,
“Hello.” Then he waited. “Is it done?” Ramon was rocking from one foot to the next.
”Big monkey what big monkey?” He listened.
“I know what you should do, clean the shit up and get back with me.”………. a puzzled look covered the man in the suit’s face.
“Of course it was the right apartment; you are the one that fucked up.”……….
“What the fuck is going on there, hello, hello.” He listened; a look of angry replaced the puzzled expression.
“Who the hell is this?” He screamed
I don’t know you, what the hell is your name, and where the hell is my man?” The man said then waited.
“You are one dead monkey,” The man in the suit was really angry now, his face was so red he looked like a volcano about to explode.